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[deathruined]

like this for a surprise!

[itsrabastan]

“This party is shit.”

[killshope]

❛ thoughts ?         i don’t really have any on that subject . . . . .  ❜

[alastor--mccdy]

The light hit his features quite harshly, the burns and scars on his face started to become only a memory to him, and a reminder when he caught a glimpse in the mirror. But to others, he had no clue what they may think of his appearance now. 

Step. Bang. Step Bang.

The peg leg, that’s what Alastor called it, echoed on the footpath as he entered a tunnel just outside the Ministry. It had been a long day, and the call of an afternoon drink at the Leaky sounded lovely to his tired ears. And though his vision seemed to waver with exhaustion as well, his new glass eye was nothing but wide awake. It was a perk, he had to admit.

“Watch where ‘ya walking,” Alastor spoke to the person behind him, who had not made a sound, but his eye had caught them, “Little close for comfort considering the times...” There were few magic folk he didn’t know, and he liked it that way, always knowing who was who. Especially when someone was seemingly following him...

[persianmacarons]

Persia isn’t Paris

Nadir sighed heavily.  He’d woken up this morning, a young, relatively happy 25 year old man working under the Shah and doing his damndest to stay out of trouble despite Erik’s best efforts. Around midday a polite conversation with one of the Shah’s servants while Erik met with the Shah, had turned into him being tackled by four large guards and dragged off to a greatly unneeded bath where he was scrubbed raw and covered in fragrant oils and perfumes, along with all kinds of gold jewelry and sheer fabric. Roughly two hours later Nadir was brought before the Shah, paint on his lips and gold dust sprinkled over him.  He was dressed like an especially provocative belly dancer with the sheer fabric bearing all his flesh to broad daylight.  Just when Nadir thought he couldn’t feel anymore shame he heard the choked snickering of a certain favored assassin. If looks could kill Erik would be slain thrice over with the glare Nadir was shooting his way.  While the man tried to cover his more...personal bits, his ears caught scraps of what the Shah was saying and it was almost as mortifying as the outfit.  She was giving him to Erik, just handing him over, as a harem boy of all things. This had to be a nightmare and were his hands not otherwise occupied he would have pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t asleep.

[xjudgementxkazzy]

Starter for @frenziedhound; Don’t say I don’t write with you scrub.

Sōtenbori, the city of opportunity and filled of broken dreams. And had been the beginning of everyone creating the name sake ‘Dragon of Dojima’ throughout it all, Sōtenbori had become important and well— Kazuma Kiryu never thought he’d find himself back after the chaos with the empty lot, and then with Ryuji. But sometimes, life has a way of fucking oneself over.

It all started with a long winded fight: the twist and turns as his partner, convinced him to fight him yet again. Which these days didnt take much. After all, Kiryu wouldn’t ever admit to it. But he loved the thrill and the challenge.

But Goro Majima must of hit him too hard, murdered him. Or he grew unconscious, it’s not every day that he found himself back into that city, specifically the river of stix.

How did he get here? How, was this possible? As the questions flooded through his brain, and as his thumb pressed against the heavy lid, to rub his eyes. He hadn’t drank an ounce of liquor but; it felt like his entire body was heavy. Heavy and aches and wouldn’t move. For a dragon not drinking, he felt hangover.

Moments passed as he needed to prepare himself to stand up. This had to be a joke. A sick and twisted joke the Majima Family came up with— C’mon guys, they are passed that aren’t they?

Apparently not, since he was in Sōtenbori. And not just there, but dead in the middle of the arena audience. Now wasn’t the time to question, how or even why. It was time to find Majima or the family, and shake them repeatedly till he got answers.

To say, he was irritated... well that was an understatement. Now, if he wanted answers; he’d have to find Majima. Which, if he thought about it, really thought; that be easier said then done. But it’s Sōtenbori, land of routine. And if he wanted to find him.... the best start is the grand, after all. This is just a dream, a trap. Nothing is real. With that heavy thought in his mind, almost grounding him, and tethering in place. He left the underground arena, and head to the club, all the while avoiding human contact.

‘Can you help me’ Absolutely not, he didn’t have time to help stage actors. He’d give his boyfriend that. An A plus for creativity. But that didn’t make him want to talk to the actors, so instead he went to where he knew the one place was. The grand, where Majima had recommended a long time ago, and even Yuki-chan expressed about it.

But, when he opened the door, surprised ghosted his features, it had looked— well it, had looked almost outdated and not as futuristic as it should of. And if Kiryu had been paying attention, things would of been concerning. But that was for a Kiryu problem for tomorrow.

As the former Yakuza found himself in the center of everything. He went up to, who he thought was in charge. From the back, the long hair was in a tight pony tail. But he wore a suit. And it had looked like he was having a conversation to a older male, who he never saw in his life: He wish he could see both of their faces, but from the angle Kiryu was in, he saw the ponytail male’s back. Maybe he would be able to answer his questions.

“Hello... I apologize for interrupting. But could either one of you help me....?” Kazuma spoke quietly, despite these being actors, he had to be careful. If he had to be stuck here, he guess he can play Majima’s games for once.

[outlikeflynn]

X: @wxndinmyhair​

“Well, Princess Blondie, I’d say that’s valuable time you could spend actually holding my hand, rather than talking about,” Eugene answered, taking her delicate palm in his. “There we go - much better!”